fog lifting
Sign of a Return to Normalcy: The self checkout line at the chain Supermarket is no longer half closed. I stood there out of habit waiting, not knowing that the every other closed arrangement was kaput, and startled by the cashier saying “you now– they’re all open.”. Huh. It is a weird feeling,trying to figure out — am I less than six feet from the fellow customer right now?
Sign of a We’re Not There Yet. I see plastered on a park bulletin a promotion for a usually annual mass bike ride. It tells me ” Remember your face mask”. Bah. Maybe I have a mildest of medical ailment in needing to breathe and seeing these do impair the process of breathing a tad but I never understood some smugsters’ claim of masks being of no (not minimal, mind you, but no — none whatsoever) impairment, so proceed with public policy according to such understanding — can go ahead and extend mask mandates for five years. The issue here is simply that I cannot engage in any strenuous exercise with a mask — leave that to non strenuous. Still, maybe this does equal a smaller gathering of traffic blockers. (No Naked Bike Ride Event.)